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Cut to the FEEDING ROOM. ZIM, still in his beanbag chair, is looking a little bloated and not very happy. The MAIDS giggle as they stuff his face. Finally, ZIM growls and leaps up from the chair, sending plates of food flying.

ZIM: THAT'S ENOUGH! I will be tempted no more by your ambrosial Manti deliciousness. It's starting to make my amazing belly swell.

A robotic manservant enters with a martini glass.

ROBOTIC MANSERVANT: Imple cider, my Lord?

ZIM: Mmm, don't mind if I do.

ZIM grabs the glass and chugs it. His eyes pop open once he realizes what he's just done, and he drops the glass, which shatters.

ZIM: NO MORE OF THIS! If I didn't know any better, I'd say you strange blue beings were trying to make me as fat as an expectant mama slorbees. Nobody makes a fat fool of Zim!

DERUNA appears in the doorway and clears her throat. Eyes dry and crown in tact, she has composed herself since her outburst in the kitchen. ZIM promptly bows.

ZIM: Ah! My Queen! I was wondering when you'd come to visit me again. We must discuss your plans for me.

ZIM steps aside and gestures to the chair, inviting DERUNA to sit.

DERUNA: My goodness, aren't you charming! Discuss we will. I pray you sit down and sample a crumpet.

DERUNA leads ZIM back to the chair; the MAIDS scurry away. ZIM stuffs the crumpets into his mouth as he speaks to DERUNA.

ZIM: My Tallest - *omnomnom* - sent me here on a special - *munch, munch, urp* - mission because they said - *nomchompnom* - you asked specifically for me.

DERUNA: That I did. There is a very special mission planned for you.

ZIM: A special mission, indeed, for a special Queen. I mean -

ZIM looks confused by his own words. A blush creeps across his face. DERUNA gives a dry laugh.

DERUNA: I had no idea Irkens were so gentlemanly!

ZIM: Gentlemanly, yes! And maybe even - kingly? Your fair planet is ruled so well, my Queen. I can tell you work hard to keep it so. But do you ever feel like you need help?

DERUNA: Why, Zim, I believe you want to be my King.

More MAIDS enter with food, as if in response. They surround ZIM with trays of food yet again.

ZIM: Don't be silly, you're imagining it, Zim needs no one.

DERUNA: But you admit my planet is special, and that I am special.

ZIM: Zim *would* make an excellent mate. King.

DERUNA: There are qualifications that must be met by a Manti King, Zim. Good evening.

DERUNA looks back at ZIM with an evil smile before gliding away. ZIM jumps up from his chair, outraged.

ZIM: Qualifications? There are no qualifications unmet by ZIM! She's crazy!

ROBOTIC MANSERVANT: My lord, her highness has recommended this prune pizza for you.

ZIM looks around; something clicks.

ZIM: Aaaoohhh. It seems that your Queen does not desire a svelte King. I KNOW NOW WHY YOU SO STUFF ME – Deruna wants her mate to be fat. Fat Kings are good here on Manti, but no one told Zim? No matter. From now on, you all will feed me twice as much as you had been! Make me round like Dib the Earth-stink's head. Feed me! FEEEED ME!